And here it is. My last Mindful Moment of 2016. And to make the most of this you should turn up the volume and listen to the beautiful birdsong that accompanied me on my walk today. To view all of the mindful moments I recorded this […]
More fog today, but this time I clambered up the side of the Long Mynd, and I noticed how the hills on the eastern side of the Stretton Valley appeared to be holding back the fog. Ragleth, Helmeth, Hope Bowdler and Caer Caradoc were acting […]
It was so icy this morning my planned route wasn’t safe to do, so I headed up Ragleth Hill once again. There wasn’t anywhere near as much fog about today, but it was perhaps more interesting to look at than yesterday’s, because of the way […]
That magical moment, when all you can see is fog … below you. Today’s vista is from the summit of Ragleth Hill, and in the distance it was just possible to make out Brown Clee Hill, Shropshire’s highest peak, poking above the fog blanket.
From this vantage point, the journey of the water of Sour Milk Gill can be seen stretching along Easedale, towards its confluence with Easedale Beck and the River Rothay.
Storm Conor may be a couple of hundred miles away, but standing upright beside Easedale Tarn was not easy. Feel the force of Mother Nature!
Christmas Day, and the beauty of ever-changing Christmas Lights. Merry Christmas.
It all fell yesterday. And now the crystal clear raindrops are running along the River Rothay near Ambleside.
A wander round Grasmere today, and the wind is whipping up the waves. Quite hypnotic, really.
A late evening walk around Grasmere today. The wind is getting up. Storm Barbara is on her way, and the River Rothay is beginning to rage.
It’s strange. December has been a dry month (so far) here in the Lake District, and many of the rivers are low. Yet the River Brathay is still flowing well at Skelwith Bridge.
It’s a bus ride! It’s years since I’ve been on a bus! Quite a novelty. (And they have usb chargers on them.)
Wandering into Carding Mill Valley on my walk this morning, this bright yellow/green clump of mistletoe stood out against the grey, lichen-covered branches of this tree. It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas!
I spent several minutes watching this farmer trimming this hedge this morning. Watching him manoeuvre the tractor back and forth several times made me realise that hedge trimming is not as easy as it looks. I think he was relieved to get a straight run […]
It’s been a while since I last saw the pigs, when doing my walk. Is it me, or do they look fatter? 😝
Low mist and low cloud today – a definite capping of the tops of the Stretton Hills.
It was another cloudy, dank day today, so I went for a wander through Rectory Woods. It’s stupid but I’ve walked past this tree many times, but today it’s peeling bark seemed to leap out at me. Had it peeling before, and tis was my […]
(Turn up the volume a bit.) Look closely, and in the tree you can just make out a robin. He seemed chirpy that the sun was trying to break through the mist this morning.
A foggy morning this morning, usually indicative of stillness. But listen carefully, and the constant running water of Carding Mill can be heard. The sight is of still water, but the sound is of running water.
Sometimes, when the sun is at the right angle, it’s light catches the contours of the land below the Gaer Stone, and reveals the undulation of the ground. It’s not one steady-sliding slope, but a wrinkle of topsoil.
The sun was working hard to break through the clouds this morning, but it meant it illuminated some really interesting patterns in the sky …
Those of you who know me will know I’m not a poet. Or rather, should I say, poetry is not a form of writing that comes naturally to me. But that’s one of the joys of going to a writers’ group … because it exposes […]
A dog walker in Carding Mill Valley this morning … their dog enjoying running though the stream in a moment of happiness.
Above the north door to our local church is this: a sheela na gig. There are rumours that some people wanted it covered up. Whether that’s to hide it from view, or to protect it from the elements, I’m not sure. But it’s a good […]
The weather front, out to the east, behind Wenlock Edge, Brown Clee, and Titterstone Clee Hill, looks like snow-clad Alps. I did a double-take (not easy when you only have one eye working at the moment), and then realised it was probably the back end […]
Another damp, foggy day, but the dampness enhanced the grey/green hue of this beech tree and its wriggling roots clutching tightly to the hill side.
Stillness. The air is so still the fog is set in for the day. There is no movement, except for a white van making its way through Carding Mill Valley.
The gurgling, babbling brook in Townbrook Hollow this morning, is proof that although it’s cold, it’s not cold enough to freeze this stream of energy.
A bright, crisp morning, this morning. I needed to get up onto Ragleth Hill. Gloriously clear from the top, although the wind was a bit too much for my eye. I didn’t hang around for long.
You can tell how quiet it is by how noisy the road is. Does that make sense? The surrounding hills act like amplifiers as the sound bounces off the grassy speakers.